Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3)

“Slade took Leah!” Kimber says, talking as loud as possible.

His lips move, but the storm is just too loud to hear him. All I can make out is motherfucker and son of a bitch.

“When?” he yells, making it easier to hear that.

“Just a few minutes ago. They couldn’t have gone far. Roslyn shifted immediately and started tracking, but this is a dead end. She stopped here, but Slade isn’t here!” I yell back.

“Fuck,” Gage growls, turning to look over at Zee as the black spreads to cover his whole eyes.

I swallow hard as I take a step back, hoping I don’t have to fight one of my best friends. Now I know what it’s like to be on this side of the crazy.

Roslyn howls, and we all turn to face her. She sniffs the air and howls again before racing off.

“What about Zee?” I yell as we start running behind her.

“Leave him. I don’t know what Gavin did to him, so we sure as fuck don’t need to mess with him right now,” Gage yells back, dragging Kimber with him as we all try to keep up with the wickedly fast wolf.

She howls again, and she cuts her eyes toward a house in the distance. Gage dematerializes, and I follow suit, vanishing and reappearing right in front of the house.

“It’s spelled!” Gage says, cursing as we get held back by the barrier.

Taking a deep breath, I step up, and with one hard punch, the barrier shatters. The urge to taste pain rises, but I push it down, knowing they can’t deal with two psychos at once right now. I’m not sure who would be more lethal at the moment.

Karma jumps through the hole I made, and I follow as she kicks the door down.

Roslyn growls and snarls as she takes the lead once again, sniffing and seeking. Her hackles rise as she starts clawing at the floor. Gage waves his hand and part of the floor disappears, revealing a hidden staircase that spirals down several secret stories.

He drops in first, bypassing the stairs and leaping through the middle. Thad rushes in, gasping for breath.

“Zee’s fucking losing it bad out there.”

I just nod, tightening my lips before dropping down the hole as well. Darkness and light pass me in wafts, and my shirt rides up under my arms, flapping against the rapid descent as the wind seems to rush in reverse.

I land hard, and the floor cracks beneath me as I crouch and leap out of the way. Wide eyes turn toward me and Gage—who entered quieter than I did—and three guys disappear as another guy struggles to snap out of his shock.

Gage grabs him just before he dematerializes, anchoring him to the breathing plane, and he slams the guy against the wall.

“Where the fuck are they?” he demands, pulling the guy forward and slamming him against the wall again as if to punctuate his seriousness.

Slade isn’t here, but Roslyn apparently tracked someone else whose blood she’s tasted. They have to know Slade. She wouldn’t have brought us here for nothing.

The guy struggles uselessly against the stronger dark user, and his eyes light up with fire.

“Fuck you,” he growls.

“Wrong answer,” Gage says with a cold smile.

He slams his fist into the guy’s face, and blood sprays, painting parts of the wall beside him.

“Where the fuck are they?”

The guy just laughs while spitting to the side. “I’m more scared of Slade than I ever will be of you. You’re a pussy by comparison, dark user.”

Some wild, bone-chilling roar runs down the house, and goosebumps pebble on my skin as Roslyn whimpers and backs away. I never even saw or heard her come in.

“The hell is that?” the guy in Gage’s grip whispers.

“That,” Gage says with a long, regretful sigh, “is someone you’ve pissed off.”